readenglishbook.com » Other » King Lear, William Shakespeare [good book recommendations TXT] 📗

Book online «King Lear, William Shakespeare [good book recommendations TXT] 📗». Author William Shakespeare



1 ... 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 ... 27
Go to page:
epub:type="z3998:persona">King Lear No, no, they would not. Kent Yes, they have. King Lear By Jupiter, I swear, no. Kent By Juno, I swear, ay. King Lear

They durst not do ’t;
They could not, would not do ’t; ’tis worse than murder,
To do upon respect such violent outrage:
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou mightst deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.

Kent

My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness’ letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show’d
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew’d in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations;
Deliver’d letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents,
They summon’d up their meiny, straight took horse;
Commanded me to follow, and attend
The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison’d mine⁠—
Being the very fellow that of late
Display’d so saucily against your highness⁠—
Having more man than wit about me, drew:
He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.

Fool

Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind;
But fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne’er turns the key to the poor.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours
for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.

King Lear

O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element’s below! Where is this daughter?

Kent With the earl, sir, here within. King Lear

Follow me not;
Stay here. Exit.

Gentleman Made you no more offence but what you speak of? Kent

None.
How chance the king comes with so small a train?

Fool And thou hadst been set i’ the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it. Kent Why, fool? Fool We’ll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there’s no labouring i’ the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and there’s not a nose among twenty but can smell him that’s stinking. Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it: but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.

That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack when it begins to rain,
And leave thee in the storm,
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
And let the wise man fly:
The knave turns fool that runs away;
The fool no knave, perdy.

Kent Where learned you this, fool? Fool Not i’ the stocks, fool. Re-enter King Lear with Gloucester. King Lear

Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
They have travell’d all the night? Mere fetches;
The images of revolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better answer.

Gloucester

My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fix’d he is
In his own course.

King Lear

Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I’ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.

Gloucester Well, my good lord, I have inform’d them so. King Lear Inform’d them! Dost thou understand me, man? Gloucester Ay, my good lord. King Lear

The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:
Are they inform’d of this? My breath and blood!
Fiery? the fiery duke? Tell the hot duke that⁠—
No, but not yet: may be he is not well:
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves
When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind
To suffer with the body: I’ll forbear;
And am fall’n out with my more headier will,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore Looking on Kent.
Should he sit here? This act persuades me
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practise only. Give me my servant forth.
Go tell the duke and ’s wife I’ld speak with them,
Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I’ll beat the drum
Till it cry sleep to death.

Gloucester I would have all well betwixt you. Exit. King Lear O me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down! Fool Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she put ’em i’ the paste alive; she knapped ’em o’ the coxcombs with a stick, and cried ‘Down, wantons, down!’ ’Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, and Servants. King Lear Good morrow to you both. Cornwall Hail to your grace! Kent is set at liberty. Regan I am glad to see your highness. King Lear

Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother’s tomb,
Sepulchring an adultress.
To Kent. O, are you free?
Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
Thy sister’s naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth’d unkindness, like a vulture, here: Points to his heart.
I can scarce speak to thee; thou’lt not believe
With how depraved a quality⁠—O Regan!

Regan

I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.

King Lear Say, how is that? Regan

I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
She have restrain’d the riots of your followers,
’Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.

King Lear My curses on her! Regan

O, sir, you are old.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong’d her, sir.

King Lear

Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this

1 ... 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 ... 27
Go to page:

Free e-book «King Lear, William Shakespeare [good book recommendations TXT] 📗» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment